{Rom}. Tut I haue lost my selfe, I am not here,
This is not {Romeo}, hees some other where.
{Ben}. Tell me in sadnesse, who is that you loue?
{Ro}. What shall I grone and tell thee?
{Ben}. Grone, why no: but sadly tell me who?
{Ro}. A sicke man in sadnesse makes his #will:
A word #ill vrgd to one that is so #ill:
In sadnesse Cozin, I do loue a woman.
{Ben}. I aymde so neare, when I supposde you lou'd.
{Ro}. A right good mark man, and shees faire I loue.
{Ben}. A right faire marke faire Coze is soonest hit.
{Romeo}. Well in that hit you misse, sheel not be hit
With {Cupids} arrow, she hath {Dians} wit:
And in strong proofe of chastitie well armd,
From loues weak childish bow she liues vncharmd.
Shee will not stay the siege of louing tearmes,
Nor bide th' #incounter of assailing eies.